From: Carin Date: 21 Dec 1998 22:14:14 GMT Subject: My very first fanfic!!- NC17/MSR Thanks to those of you who responded to my questions about posting. If I've goofed, forgive me, I'll do better next time. Title: Stealing Back Christmas Author: Carin E-Mail: longneck@tminet.com Rating: NC-17 Strong sexual content Category: MSR Content Warning: Contains hot sex and other shippiness. Spoilers: Picks up where "The Ghosts That Stole Christmas" leaves off, but it doesn't really spoil anything. Feedback: OKay, but be gentle, it's my first time. Disclaimer: The Charactors Mulder, Scully and Bill and anyone else that may or may not be mentioned from the XFiles don't belong to me. If they did M&S woulda been knockin' boots a long time ago! Archive: If anyone wants to, sure I guess. Scully was still tearing the paper from the cylinder shaped package when she heard Mulder gasp, "Oh, Scully, this is great! "He held up the package which contained a cassette tape and a small paperback book "Is Elvis Alive?" He smiled warmly at her. "I thought that might give you something to chew on now that we are officially off the X-Files." "You think we could get Kersh to send us to Memphis?" he joked, I love it Scully, really, now finish opening your gift..." She tore the rest of the paper off to reveal a clear plastic tube that held a twisted tie-dyed t-shirt. She crinkled her brow and pulled the shirt out of the tube. She opened the shirt up and read the front of it "TELL THE GOOD DOCTOR WHERE IT HURTS" She looked at Mulder both perplexed and amused. "I made that for you Scully, or rather I tie-dyed it...do you like it?" He grinned nervously. "Yes, Mulder, but when?? I mean, I can't see you...I mean, well..." "I've got lots of tricks up my sleeve." And again he grinned, but this time it was a bit more devilish. "Wow, well thank you Mulder but you'll understand if I don't wear it to the office." And this time she smiled at him with much affection. They sat on the couch silently for a long while watching an old black and white film. Then Scully looked at Mulder and asked him, "Mulder, why aren't you spending Christmas with your Mom?" "Mom is going to some friends, neighbors actually, she invited me to tag along but I told her I had work to do. I'm not interested in spending a holiday with strangers. I dropped off a gift for Mom yesterday afternoon." Scully felt for him, she could empathize in some ways as her own family had certainly grown smaller over the last few years, but poor Mulder- only one living relative and he wouldn't even be seeing her for Christmas." "Would you like to come with me to my Mom's this year Mulder?" "Nah, Scully, I don't think that would sit to well with big brother Bill. He isn't exactly a card carrying member of my fan club you know?" Scully didn't say anything else but she leaned into Mulder and rested her head on his chest. He put his arm around her and his feet up on the coffee table. They sat in silence in the glow of the television until both were fast asleep. It took her a few minutes to realize where she was, she had awoken surprised to find herself asleep in Mulder's arms. She got up and quietly made her way into the bathroom. She did her business, checked her watch and realized she had to be at her Mom's in a few short hours. She went back into the living room, looked out the window, made note of the snow that had fallen through the night and crept back towards Mulder to retrieve her keys and shoes. She felt a chill in the room and realized she should have worn a warmer jacket. She was reaching for an afghan to cover Mulder when she noticed the rather obvious tent in his trousers. She got a slight smile on her face and for one second she thought about kneeling before him, taking him in her mouth and relieving him. *TELL THE GOOD DOCTOR WHERE IT HURTS* Afghan still in hand she turned around to turn off the television where a very young Natalie Wood was doing her best to prove to the court that Santa Claus was real. "A girl after Mulder's own heart," thought Scully. She turned back toward Mulder and stared at him sitting there, one foot on the table, arms spread, a smile on his face. He was definitely, very soundly asleep so she gave into her urge to touch him. With one finger she traced the outline of his bottom lip. Then she ran the same finger along the tight line of his swollen trousers. He stirred a bit and she quickly stopped and placed the afghan over him. Just then, he opened his eyes. "Scully?" In a voice barely above a whisper she said, "Hey Mulder...I gotta go." "Uummm, okay Scully, thanks for coming over." She leaned down and kissed him gently on the forehead. She lingered there and whispered "Merry Christmas Mulder." He reached up and placed one hand on her hip. Her breath was hot on his face. He was dizzy, was he dreaming? He drank in the smell of her. Then she lowered her head and met his mouth with her own. The kiss was timid at first, unsure and unknowing but soon their mouths melted into one. Mulder was surprised when he realized her hand was working his groin. She ripped at his belt and buttons. Their kissing became more reckless, more hungry. He yanked at her blouse and managed to free her from it. She unzipped her own pants and had them off without ever breaking the kiss. She pulled Mulder's T-Shirt over his head. Suddenly, he was on top of her and working her with two fingers. Mulder thought she felt like velvet. He bit her ear and traced a fast, hot line of kisses down her body. She moaned as he buried his face in her musty mound and began working her clitoris with his tongue. Then he again inserted his fingers inside her but this time had one in her vagina and the other in her anus. Her mind told her to stop him as no one had ever probed that particular region of her anatomy before but her body wouldn't let her say anything. All the while he continued to suck her throbbing clitoris. The sensation of having herself worked so many ways at once was amazing. He was like a voracious animal. He couldn't get enough of her. His own manhood was swollen and aching and he humped the cushions of the couch as Scully bucked against his face. She began to pound his back with her fist, "No, no," she protested breathlessly, "No more-" And then she pushed him away, back to his seated position on the couch, Mulder was confused but she looked at him with pure need in her eyes. Suddenly she was upon him, straddling him, impaling herself on him. Their lovemaking was fast and desperate she leaned in and kissed him hard and tasted herself on him. He buried her head in his neck as he rocked her up and down. Her tongue was in his ear, her voice husky as she breathed "Fuck me Mulder, fuck me harder-" He met her request and she reached down with her own hand and began circling her clitoris while Mulder grinded away. As the light of dawn broke through the window Scully's body stiffened and began to shake, just then Mulder exploded inside of her and they collapsed together on the couch. After a few minutes of lying there, panting they looked into one another's eyes, Mulder grinned, "Merry Christmas Scully." -- Carin - America's Movable Adventure Woman http://www.oe-pages.com/HOBBY/Collecting/longneck/ A DOPELESS HOPEFIEND Sister of the OBSSE Desk For Dana #612